NOVEL NEXT Chapter 258
Demon King Asmodeus.
In the Demon World, he is the king of all succubi and incubi.
While his power as a Demon King isn’t particularly great, he demonstrated that even lesser demons can stir up trouble when united.
Alongside Mammon, he ranks among the weaker Demon Kings, but with that Holy Sword in hand, he can become the strongest in the Intermediate Realm.
Especially since he wields the Holy Sword ‘Keias’ that handles the ethereal mana, and specifically being of the succubi race.
The current situation where the Bride Ship is occupied is not entirely surprising.
It’s just absurd how everything went to chaos in just one day.
“Lucius. I’ll be quick since we’re short on time. Go downstairs. I’ll somehow retrieve the Holy Sword.”
“I’ll handle this and hurry to help you, Master.”
“That’s fine. Let’s both clear our areas and assist each other.”
Thud.
I reached out my fist to Lucius, and he bumped fists with me.
“Then.”
“…I’m off!”
Whoosh.
As Lucius swiftly advanced, one by one, Yan’s clones began to pop.
With no time to react, Lucius moved faster than when he was taking down goblins and orcs, bursting Yan’s clones all at once.
[What’s that? They’re still his allies.]
“I know they’re fake, so why bother?”
I swung Leviathan towards Yan, who was charging at me.
Whoosh.
Red flames clung to Yan’s face, melting the Eye Mask, and the ether body quickly dripped down to the floor.
“Witchhhhhh!”
I could hear more people running up from below.
The Droniels raced up the stairs, each wielding a sword and overflowing with killing intent through their Eye Masks.
“I will definitely kill you!”
“They’re trying to block the path to the command room, but swinging like that won’t help.”
Thwack, thud.
I swiftly swung Leviathan to deflect their swords, driving the end of it into the floor.
“Slow.”
Wham!
Grabbing Leviathan with both hands, I delivered a dropkick aimed at the face of the leading Droniel.
His head snapped back, knocking off the Eye Mask, as I put strength into my arm and lifted my leg high.
‘Asydia’s flexibility is impressive.’
It seemed that my body hadn’t been neglected for two hundred years, moving far more fluidly than I expected.
‘Is this the body of a quarter god?’
It was no trouble to flip my body using the strength in my hands and waist.
I lightly tapped off the ceiling with my foot, regaining hold of Leviathan, and kicked off hard, sending my body downward.
“Wind Blade!”
Boom!
I extended my foot, laden with Lucius’s mana.
Using the firmly anchored Leviathan as a support, I rotated my body.
Swish.
The wind blade sliced through the necks of the Droniel clones, and as I descended towards the floor, I released my mana.
At the same time, I drew Leviathan from the ground, delivering a swift strike towards the earth.
Boom!
The wind blade surged toward the Droniels trying to ascend the stairs, followed by blazing flames.
Though my vision wavered slightly from the impact of the spinning attack, I steadied my breath, suppressing my body’s inertia with the magic power.
“Ha.”
I shattered all the Droniels that tried to charge.
There were over twenty Eye Masks sprawled on the floor, and I took a deep breath, collecting my mana as I stomped on the Eye Masks.
“Lucius.”
“Yes.”
Before I knew it, Lucius had also crushed all of Yan’s clones.
“How was it? There are techniques like this in the martial arts.”
“Impressive, Master.”
It seemed he had handled them even faster than I did, observing my techniques from a distance before finally dispatching the last remaining Yan.
“See you later.”
“Yes…!”
Lucius headed down.
I moved towards the path to the command room.
Rushing down our separate paths, I continued to smash the ethereal clones as they emerged.
“Lucius’s nemesis!”
“The one who took Lucius!”
“Thieving cat, die!”
“Sending clones after us while you’re with the real Lucius—”
“I didn’t do it!”
I tossed Leviathan forward.
The clones of the three women charging in a line down the hallway were instantly sliced by the wind blade, and I reached out to pull Leviathan, which was lodged at the end of the hallway.
Bang!
Spinning the returned Leviathan with the power of mana.
The staff form of Leviathan transformed back into its original appearance as the Gampantein.
“Really, it’s a hassle.”
I slightly twisted my body to the side, aiming the tip of the staff forward, infusing it with mana.
“You just have to make others’ flagship so slimy and dirty. It’s all disinfected now.”
Whoosh!
Like flames erupting from a flamberge, I surged forward, exhaling the flames of mana.
“Kyaahhh!”
Rosemas, who was shooting arrows and running at me with a dagger straight ahead,
Droniel, who suddenly burst from the refreshment room to the side to slash me,
Yan, charging up the stairs to ambush me from behind.
All exploded from the flames over the wind blade.
No one could stop me, and I approached the command room, placing my hand on the panel.
Beep.
The door opened.
I stepped inside and faced the cerulean-haired woman—the Succubus Queen—sitting in the captain’s seat, staring at me.
“Hey.”
“Hello, Great Witch. I am the Demon King Asmodeus, greeting you here.”
Asmodeus greeted me, crossing her legs.
“What’s your objective?”
“Me?”
“Are you here to assist Lucifer or Asydia?”
“There’s only one thing I assist with, as always.”
Asmodeus shrugged.
“I help with everyone’s love. The love of Demon King Lucifer for the Moon Goddess. The love of Zephar, the head of Asydia, for the Demon King. I want to fulfill these loves. From such love… the essence flows abundantly.”
“So, you’re a proponent of love?”
“Let’s say I’m a guardian of pure love.”
“Crazy.”
I tossed my staff over my shoulder.
“The pure love you speak of is essentially ‘just have love and give birth to children’!!”
“Oh my.”
Asmodeus wiggled her finger at me.
“Isn’t that a natural thing?”
“…?!”
Behind Asmodeus.
The entire view in the command room began to shimmer with a strange whirlpool.
“If you can overcome my illusion, then I’ll accept defeat. Hehe.”
“An illusion? Hah, you think such a thing will—”
“You won’t be able to escape, I promise?”
Asmodeus’s voice.
“Don’t you think?”
My voice echoed back, briefly identical.
“Don’t you want to see?”
Slowly.
“Your daughter alive and moving.”
The cerulean mist crept toward my face, starting to envelop me.
*
Step, step.
There was no hesitation in the footsteps going down.
“Lucius! I’m going to free you, kyaah?!”
Swish.
Lucius seized Rosemas’s dagger mid-charge, plunging it straight into the Eye Mask, letting out a deep sigh as he descended to the hangar.
“Unforgiving. Lucius.”
“Showing up like this now is quite troublesome.”
“A person can’t live without desires, can they?”
Clang.
Liriez, wearing the Eye Mask, lightly flicked her Trident.
Soon, the Holy Spear turned into a lump of ice, shattering and transforming into a new form.
Holding a sharp blade in both hands.
“This is my full force. It will be different from before.”
A weapon far too wild and rough for the leader of the Holy Knight Order.
“I’m also going all out this time.”
With the ice blade gripped in both hands, Liriez wore a sly smile.
“There’s no rule that says one cannot enter the castle if there’s a gatekeeper.”
“I know it’s illegal, right?”
“It’s not confirmed yet, is it?”
“…Ha.”
Lucius let out a deep sigh.
“It seems we can’t communicate.”
“I had no intention of persuading you with words.”
“Do you really think that will make the Master become your Master?”
“Then I can take it by force.”
“The Master isn’t someone who can be freely taken.”
As Lucius crossed his arms, a long golden spear shot out before him.
“I’ll prove that. Liriez Cesarcross.”
“The one who wins this fight gets the Witch. You have no objections, right? Hehe.”
“Once again, I’ll say.”
Lucius lowered his stance.
“The Master is not someone who can be taken lightly!”
He charged at Liriez.
*
“……?”
An all too familiar ceiling.
Why is it familiar? Because it’s the same ceiling I saw when I was previously kidnapped.
The castle of Arpe.
The castle where Asydia was asleep.
Where I took over Asydia’s physical body and settled, having Lucius sink it into the sea.
I woke up on the bed where I had to sleep with Arpe.
“Are you awake?”
The warm sunlight unfolded brilliantly.
With a voice unfamiliar yet familiar, a girl pulled back the curtains and greeted me brightly.
“I wonder if I’ll be getting a little sibling. Hehe. Mom was really troubled last night, ow!”
“She has no filter.”
A familiar voice echoed through.
I knew it was an illusion of Asmodeus.
I know that it’s an illusion that uses the Holy Sword to dig at the opponent’s weakest points, slowly brainwashing them by showing them what they desire most.
“Why are you like this, Dad?”
“Something seems off today. Do you have some kind of worry?”
“…Hmm.”
Seeing this made it hard to resist.
“I was briefly pondering where to live: in a reality that’s like a cesspool or in the sweet illusion.”
Before my eyes.
There were my wife and daughter.